Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Initially, there was a sizzling sound as two sword-lights mutually annihilated each other, space was dissolving, vanishing into nothingness.

The two flying swords collided with each other thousands of times in an instant!

The Taiyin Taiyang Swords clashed against each other, obliterating each other. At times, they mysteriously resonated, their power doubling and triggering a certain resonance.

After thousands of slashes,

the Great Sun Sword Aura gradually dimmed while the bright moon sword aura became increasingly dazzling.

Jiang Ding's expression was silent.

In the blink of an eye, the clashing of blades thousands of times produced a piercing clang that almost ruptured the eardrums of the group of cultivators.

Although it seemed evenly matched, with every slash, the Taiqing Flying Sword countered the strong points of the Taiyin Flying Sword with weaker points of condensed sword qi.

The swordsmanship and agility of the flying swords were lacking.

Often before the sword's momentum was fully displayed, it was abruptly interrupted by the overpowering Taiyin Flying Sword.

Despite the flying sword being stronger, it was at a disadvantage in the brawl.

If this continued, defeat was inevitable.

There wasn't even a chance to struggle, to be overpowered by someone weaker.

"This is the price of not focusing solely on the sword,"

the Taiyin Swordsman Yu Qianzi scorned, advised earnestly with concern, "You can still focus solely on the Sword Dao now and it would be enough, otherwise you will hit a bottleneck someday and never break free."

"The Sword Dao has its restrictions, but do all these eminent masters of the Sword Dao not know of it, only you do?"

"A moment of pleasure will inevitably lead to lifelong regret!"

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ding remained composed.

His heart was not disturbed by her words.

Similar to his own almost imperceptible attempt to shatter the Taiyin Swordsman's Sword Heart, she appeared to have the same idea. Regardless, the Central Array Spirit Computer would keep its promise. As long as the fault wasn't hers, she would be fine, calculating very clearly.

The path of a traditional sword cultivator, whether it's right or not,

even if it is correct, where does that leave me?

Would the Eight Great Immortal Sects impart all their knowledge to me?

If I believed her nonsense, when the time comes not advancing nor retreating, that's when I would indeed be stuck in the Nascent Soul Realm for a lifetime, forever unable to break free.

At that time, perhaps I could earn a sigh of pity from the Taiyin Fairy, along with a look of sympathy, or even a sincere apology, mentioning how she was young and thoughtless back then and asking for forgiveness.

"Sword, Nine."

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword, currently entangled with the Taiyin Flying Sword, burst forth in dazzling brilliance, with fiery intensity, freeing itself with a loud bang.

This was the initiative on the battlefield brought by stronger force.

Afterward, the Sword Domain inhaled the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi over tens of kilometers, and the light of the Great Sun responded rapidly, converging here.

The sword-light engulfed endless Great Sun rays, suddenly splitting into nine, turning into nine scorching, dazzling suns!

In an instant, nine suns hung high, destroying the night sky around them, the cool moonlight expelled completely, the clouds steamed away to oblivion, revealing the clear azure sky, free of any impurity.

Nine rounds of Great Sun illuminated the earth!

The surrounding temperature skyrocketed rapidly, becoming hundreds, thousands of degrees in a moment. Ordinary beings could no longer survive, all turning to cinders, not a trace of life remaining, intrinsic to the sword was the element of destruction.

"Is this the swordsmanship you created?"

Yu Qianzi's heart trembled.

Just several decades and a swordsmanship has emerged from nothing, perfectly suited to its user, even within the East Demon School, known for its barren swordsmanship.

Such a frightening ability to create and research made her unsettled.

This kind of swordsmanship, within the Moon Vein of Qingmu Immortal Sect, would require at least several hundred years to emerge even if the Swordsman and many elders put forth their collective efforts.

"Ridiculous swordsmanship!"

"Crude and simplistic!"

Yu Qianzi kept her composure, mocking mercilessly.

This was a fact.

Compared to the Moon Vein's refined swordsmanship, passed down over hundreds of thousands of years, this Sword Nine, in her eyes, was merely spirited, full of loopholes, weaknesses, and unable to unleash the full power of the flying sword and the Sword Intent.

"Moon's Passing!"

Yu Qianzi softly chanted, as if music from a celestial palace echoed in the distance.

Ding!

A clear ringing of sword cry spread through the hearts of cultivators within dozens of kilometers, resonating at their core, surpassing even light and the speed of the flying swords, arriving in an instant.

Then, a sword turned into moonlit radiance faced the nine Great Suns head-on, unflinchingly attacking their very center.

An Siyan's expressions changed.

The momentum of this moonlit swordlight was not as grand as the nine Great Suns, but its speed, the speed of the flying sword, was much faster than that of the nine Great Suns!

Agile and precise, a peak of the cultivator's swordsmanship, nothing could stop it. Following the shortest path through the serpentine space, it arrived in a flash.

"The second realm of Sword Dao, Sword Qi Thunder Sound."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

The sword was not yet there, but the sound was heard.

This was the Sword Qi Thunder Sound, the ultimate speed in the Sword Dao.

Moreover, it had reached the pinnacle of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, on the verge of breaking through to the third realm of the Sword Dao, Refining Sword into Silk—very close, even a breakthrough in the next second wouldn't be surprising.

This was the swordsmanship of a Sword Sect Swordsman!

Aside from her flying sword, she had already reached the level of the past Taiyin Swordsman from the Daymoon Sword Pavilion.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the two flying swords had already collided.

The moonlit swordlight touched the first Great Sun.

Sizzling...

With the slightest contact, the first Great Sun shattered like a fragile bubble. There was no terrifying increase, no blasting and melting of space; it was precisely targeted at the core of the swordsmanship's structure, easily shattered with a single strike.

If the first Great Sun was so,

so were the second, third, fourth... all the way to the eighth Great Sun!